hair ||| drain

fistfuls of hair lie in my drain,

but they do not belong to me.

they were hers,

before she left,

and now i don't imagine that they belong to anyone.

she was the only person

i had ever loved,

i hope she is not the last.

still, i can't bring myself

to unclog my bathtub.

so fistfuls of hair

lie in my drain,

and i shower in the rain.